Guys, I had written this OS when the recent Mumbai attack took place. But I didn't had time to post it. It is dedicated all those who died in 26/11 or the recent Mumbai Attacks. Hope you like it.
The Unknown Relation
Sunrays made their way their way through the dense clouds and striked the ground in no time. The sun rays travelled n the farthest corners of Mumbai, fading the darkness away. The sun shined brightly showing it's immense content, announcing the arrival of a new day. It was a new day...the birth of a new hope...a new dream. It was a new day at city of dreams- Mumbai. Everyone had adorned a blissful smile on their faces…some were discussing SRK's new release while drooling over his new look…some running towards the Mumbai railway station to catch their train…while others wandering at Chaupati gulping Vada Pav's…!! This was the routine of Mumbai residents.
Everyone was happy despite of so many problems in their day-today life...except of one person. He rushed towards the Mumbai Railway Station with his breath uneven. He was totally exhausted. He sprinted towards the Local Train which was ready to leave. He wished that he catches the train or else his boss will eat him up. If he missed this train then his boss will definitely throw him out of his office. He somehow pierced the crowd and reached for the train and got inside.
Phew...!! That was close. He was happy that he did not missed the train or else his boss would have got the hell out of him. This was the Life of me, Samrat Shergill.
First, I would get up late...then I would literary get my eyes out of my socket when I will glance at the clock...and then I would run like mentally-retarded-psycho person on the streets of Mumbai, hoping that I don't miss my train. That was so typical of me. I sighed in relief. I closed my eyes and muttered, ' Dude, sudhar jaa. That was really a narrow escape.'
And then my eyes flew open as I heard a familiar voice. I glanced at the source of that melodious voice. And I saw her, chatting with her friend. She glanced at me and I waved my hand and mouthed a plain 'hi'. She responded by smiling. I smiled back.
' Why you always get late...?' She mouthed. And I replied by my usual answer.
' Out of Habit.' She smiled. Suddenly the expression on her face changed from happiness to excitement as she mouthed that she wanted to tell me something. I jerked my head, encouraging her to continue.
' I am going to get married.' She mouthed, with excitement written all over her face. She showed me her engagement ring which she had wore on her finger. I mouthed a 'congratulations. And she just smiled. The girl which stood beside her signalled that their stop has arrived and they better get going. She mouthed a bye to me and got off the train. I sighed.
Life is so complicated. Sometimes, our loved ones turn their back upon us when we need their help…and make us realise that this world is full of selfish people who only care about their interests...And sometimes, a stranger helps us...knowing that they will not be benefited for helping us...but still he do help us...and make us realise that there are also good people in this world...and these are only that good people on which this world runs. Like Example...HER...I mean I don't know her neither she knows me...But still we have some kind of attachment between us...I don't know her name as we didn't talked to each other directly...we would usually wave a hand or say hi from far. It's so strange that from the past 3 years I have been talking to each other but we still don't know each other's name. Maybe, her name is Gunjan as once I heard her friend calling her by this name.
Dude, you are weirdo..!! But I am happy by the fact that I am not one of my species...She is also just like me. There is no relation between us but still we talk. There is NOTHING between us...No Friendship...No Love...No Relation...Simply NOTHING..!!
Suddenly the train came to a halt and I realised that my stop has arrived. And I got off the train, smiling.
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I ran towards the Mumbai Railway Station, catching my breath. I was Late AGAIN. It was now my routine and I would always get late and She would ask the reason to which I will reply with my usual answer, ' Out Of Habit.' I hurried towards the station thinking the today boss will make me nuts If I didn't reached office on time. But unfortunately, I missed the train. Boss, would kick me out of his office...Your job is definitely gone Dude.
I sat on the bench beside me, waiting for the next local train to arrive and anticipating what will happen when I will reach office. I kept my head in my palms as my head was aching badly. Suddenly I heard, a LOUD explosion. The sound almost pierced my ear drums but I chose to ignore it. I kept my head in my palms for the next twenty minutes until I heard people screaming and crying. There was chaos all over...everybody was running here and there. I stared them in utter bewilderment. Just then the TV on the railway station caught my eyeballs. I stared the BREAKING NEWS in horror.
It said that twenty minutes ago, there were two serial blasts in Mumbai. One in the one of the most crowded markets of Mumbai and other in the 10:00 AM Local Train. It was the same local train, I used to board everyday. I didn't understand whether I should be happy for myself or feel bad of the people who died in the blasts. The TV showed the pictures of the location of blast...and they were horrible. I didn't find a word to express what I felt when I saw that pictures. And the all of a sudden I realised that SHE was also travelling by that train. My heart sank.
Just then, I felt someone patting on my shoulder and told me that he and some people are going to help the victims of blasts. Would you like to join us...? I jerked my head in a yes. We all rushed to the neighbouring station and as soon as I entered, the scene I saw left me stunned. For the first time in my life, I didn't knew what to do. There was blood all over with dead bodies. I walked a few foots when I stumbled over and fell. I looked behind and I saw someone's dead body. There was piercing sound of ambulances and media people were hovering around. I ran my eyes throughout the whole place to find her but in vain. Maybe she didn't survived. But still I searched for her. Within a few minutes, more people came to help us. It was nearly 10:00 PM when all the mess cleared up. I still couldn't find her. But I knew that she didn't survived...she was sitting on the block in which the bomb was kept...and the bomb was of quite of high intensity...It was impossible for her to survive. But I still kept my hopes alive.
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I went back to home but I couldn't sleep all night. Whenever I closed my eyes, the pictures of the blast location flashed in front of my eyes. Those blood-stained bodies...people crying...the sound of those thousand ambulances. I mentally cursed the person who was responsible for all this. Terrorism not only affects the victims but it also has a deep influence on the other people. I kept on wondering how can one kill so many innocent people in one go..?
For the following days, the media raised the question about people's security in Mumbai...while the government lazily declared that They are feeling very bad for the victims of the blasts and they would pay compensation to the affected families...People should have patience and just move on.
Yeah, just move on. That's the only thing we could do. Move on and wait for the next blasts to take place.
I took two days leave from office. But the third day, surprisingly, I got up early and reached the station before the train had arrived. To kill time, I took a newspaper and started reading it.
After a few minutes, the train arrived and I got into it. I ran my eyes throughout the whole crowd, just to find one familiar face. They were all new faces. I sighed. I wish maybe she was here. Maybe she had also missed the train like me.
I sighed and closed my eyes wondering when will the next 26/11 will possibly occur..?
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Arjun
Cricket
Udne Ki Aasha
Geet - Hui Sabse Parayee
